I sometimes wonder in deep amazement at just how much we white people can swallow. We tolerate almost any amount of degradation, insults, threats, and assaults on our personal worth and way of life, just so long as we ourselves are not required to get involved. As long as we don't have to get up and fight, or sacrifice anything, then more power to them. Just as long as we can stay in our nice, safe hidey-hole of a house or apartment away from the rest of the world, where we can watch the idiot box and munch our favorite Purina People Chow and guzzle our Duff beer, we don't care.

We try to pretend it doesn't offend us when the liberals pump penis-lipped apes at us day and night on tv, radio, the papers, the Internet and cry to us about the plight of the poor, hungry, underprivileged wetback and the millions of butt-ugly, semi-savage immigrants looking for asylum in our homeland. After all, it doesn't affect us personally...that much, now does it? We try to ignore the new and horrifying world just outside our doors that greets us now whenever we have to leave our cave and go into town for supplies or personal business. A stolen car runs a red light right next to you and smashes into a family of four, killing all of them. It's a drunken wetback who's staggering around the crash scene dazed and bleeding, with a bottle of Tecate' in his dark brown hand. We turn the other way when we see three nigger goons stomping some white guy to jelly on the sidewalk in broad day-light. Half-a-dozen people see it but nobody helps. It might cost them a black eye to save their fellow man. Best not to get involved.

A fat, stinking ho stuffs a CD down her blouse in the Wal-Mart, but we say nothing because we don't want to get involved. A troll of a wetback female almost knocks you over as she and her brood of seven little brown wetlets go rushing by you on their way to shoplift something. Her kids are grabbing candy off the shelves with their grubby little fingers and stuffing their mouths, leaving the wrappers where they peel them, and the white store manager says nothing because he knows that if he raises hell, she and her family will take revenge and vandalize his store tonight. A helicopter circles overhead as cops try to catch a wetback who knifed an old white woman in her home..after he raped her. They're busy 24\7 with an endless stream of mud criminals as they continue to flood across the border to prey on whitey.

Our leaders are far too corrupt and bought-off to do anything to stop it, so the system continues to crack under the strain of so much crime and chaos. The streets are now filthy, trash strewn parodies of a once proud nation. Cop cars cruise the streets, hungrily pulling over every white they can so they can siphon money from them for their already bankrupt coffers -- bankrupt because the liberal politicians continue to spend all the money on wetbacks and blacks as they breed like cockroaches on steroids. They target the whites because they are the traditional well local governments have always dipped from. You turn a corner to find that there's yet another new camera setup mounted on the signal pole, so they can ticket more people for minor infractions. It's good business--especially since the smallest fine is now $110. That makes four new cameras this month. The city's getting desperate.

This morning you noticed that your neighbor's house has been sprayed overnight with gang graffiti, a stark magenta against a light brown house. What is it about garish colors that attracts the lower races so much? It'll cost him a thousand dollars to repaint his house, and if he doesn't put up a fence and get a barking dog on top of it, they'll just return in a few nights to do it again. And the more of these parasites that arrive, the worse it gets as the entire criminal element of South America pours into the Land of Opportunity. But it's not just your neighbor's house, it's everywhere you go now. It reminds you of a dog pissing on walls to mark its turf...

You drive to the thrift store, looking for nick-nacks. But the shelves are stripped of anything worth a damn and the place is stuffed with stinking, still dripping wetbacks in there ahead of you, greedily picking over what's left. One of them begins to follow you around because he knows whitey knows a good buy. So whatever you take an interest in, he jumps in beside you, grabbing things out from under you and checking them out before you can even lay a finger on the item. Greed unbound. He knows you don't dare say anything, and he grins slyly at you and continues to haunt your shadow until you finally give up and leave the store. You won't be back...

There are almost no whites left in your neighborhood. You noticed a change taking place a few years ago, but now they're all gone. They've left the state and headed northward, away from the growing mudslide. The politicians glibly tout on tv about what a huge success integration is, and how we all get along so well now, totally ignoring the reality that whites move away from these animals whenever possible. But liberals have never allowed a few pesky facts get in the way of good propaganda, so they continue to spout their lies, even though the whole world looks upon them with contempt and raw hate.

At the food mart half the tomatoes are ruined. They are all punctured by tiny little finger holes, made by a half dozen sticky, nasty little wetlets who's pregnant Mamma just grinned as her sub-human brood vandalized the produce department. Three isles over, a small and extremely simian looking niglet has taken the lid off a jar of Jiff and is licking the peanut butter directly out of the jar. He grins evilly at you as he replaces the lid and sticks it back on the shelf. His bitch-ho Mamma just smirks arrogantly at your look of utter horror and disgust. That's because just like the wetbacks, she knows you won't say anything or do anything. They all know one thing for certain. Whites are cowards. They're pushovers. They're afraid to be called a racist or bigot, or have attention drawn to them. And while they continue to cower and the years roll by, the Jews continue to slowly sneak new laws past the lawmakers, making it illegal for anyone to say, do, or even think anything against these beasts. The noose continues to tighten...

You near your home and on just about every street corner are clusters of either blacks or wetbacks, loitering uselessly, glaring at every white that drives by with a malice in their eyes that can only be mistaken by fools. It reminds you of some Third World country where there is no law, only death and crime. All around them are boarded-up shops and stores whose walls are covered in vile graffiti, who were all run out of business by shoplifting muds and vandalism, plus the fact that their paying white customers are long gone, left for whiter and cleaner pastures. None of them dare to say they hate darkies, but they've all moved to get away from these animals. Sometimes actions speak much louder than words. And the muds try to follow them, like ticks chasing a deer through the woods. Whites are their natural prey. They feed on whitey's ability to produce. And with them they bring their liberal politicians, who will also move in and demand that whitey resume paying for their worthless presence... Until whitey packs up and moves again. And so it continues..

You finally arrive back home and put away your stuff. You sit down in front of the tube and try to open a beer, but you notice your hands are shaking too badly to get a grip on the pull tab. You sit it on the coffee table and turn on the tube. A big, gargoyle-ugly coon stars back at you with a hateful glare, demanding "mo raaahts". You turn off the set and the lamp and sit there in the dark...shaking as the thrum of the air conditioner becomes the only sound in the room... Something deep and disturbing is gnawing on your soul. Strange, long-dormant feelings and emotions are boiling inside you, but you can't put a finger on them. You're weak and sick to your stomach, and wish it would go away, but somehow you know that it's only going to get worse...a lot worse. That's because you've identified the strongest emotion among them...it's rage...